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Natsuki Watanabe took the lollipop out of her mouth and teased, "You've really gotten on my nerves, He Yan. Just as I wanted to dismantle you piece by piece every day."
With a sudden bang, everything went dark; it was purely instinctive defense as her white ankle boots stomped down on He Yan's silver staff.
With blood-red eyes looking down, she glanced at him. Unfortunately, what she had intended to do—stomp on his head—was blocked. "Again!"
In the blink of an eye, her figure vanished. He Yan's pupils contracted—quick!
This time, he couldn't block it. A kick landed on his jaw, sending him flying. As he hit the ground, he forcefully twisted his body. The staff shimmered with brilliance, revealing a blood-red blade; the once dull weapon transformed into a crimson spear.
Killing intent filled He Yan's eyes; vampires deserved to die!
Just as the blood-red spear was about to pierce its target, Jing You, limping with bandaged legs, rushed over anxiously.
"He Yan, don’t act rashly! My injury wasn’t caused by Zhi Yue Fei Ying!"
The spear didn’t halt its movement; He Yan didn’t care how it happened—he was merely looking for an excuse to strike.
Yu Yu pinched the spear's blade between two fingers and spoke up, "The injured party has already spoken. What reason do you have to attack?"
He Yan's expression darkened as he forcibly withdrew his weapon and transformed it back into a staff.
It wasn’t just her; there were other vampires too. Coexistence between humans and vampires was impossible; everyone was merely playing house with this Pureblood Lord.
If you don’t suppress things here, Rose Academy will quickly descend into hell. You’ve been toying with everyone from the very beginning!
The Daytime Division students huddled to the side, their expressions shifting as their fervor for the vampires faded.
In truth, they had initially been too afraid to come to school. It was Blood Hunt who offered them temptations their Father couldn’t refuse that brought them here; rather than being sent, they were sold.
What does it mean to toy with someone? Zhi Yue Fei Ying appeared beside Jing You, crossing her arms with a cold smile.
"Stop exaggerating. It’s people like you who fuel the hatred between humans and bloodlines."
Lord Yu merely proposed a peaceful idea; he never demanded anyone do anything. If you can’t handle it, then leave.
You harbor hatred for the bloodlines while greedily learning about them at the academy—don’t you find that disgusting?
The human world respects strength; the strong set the rules while the weak comply. How can one talk about playing with others in such an order?
You act without understanding the situation—why not ask the injured party what I’ve done to her?
Jing You spoke up uneasily, "It was my fault for breaking curfew and going out at night. I accidentally fell and bled, which attracted Night School. Zhi Yue Fei Ying saved me and brought me back to my dorm."
[Strategy level: Hehe, that flattery was just right.]
He Yan's expression quickly warmed up, realizing it was all a misunderstanding. The members of Night Class were genuinely trying to interact with them; it turned out He Yan had been too serious.
Feeling caught in the middle, He Yan's face darkened, and he wanted to turn and leave.
Yu Yu spoke up, "Do you think hurting someone doesn't require an apology? Or do you want me to go to the Dean for an explanation?"
He Yan's eyes flashed with menace as he gripped his stick tightly, the sound of it creaking under pressure. Still, he turned back to Zhi Yue Fei Ying and said, "I'm sorry; this matter is my fault."
Without waiting for her response, he strode away.
He needed to stay at the academy; only here could he understand the blood clan. If he could find the Pureblood Lord's weakness, he would surely kill this arrogant Pureblood who toyed with humans.
Jing You held his palm open and asked, "How's your burn? Don't blame He Yan; he's been through some extreme experiences related to vampires."
Zhi Yue Fei Ying shot a sideways glance at the somewhat saintly Jing You and replied, "Who doesn't have a story? If he's trying to kill me, should I empathize with him? Do I look sick?"
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